Youngest Stark Novels & Stories

His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak. As Stark went about his business, he was still in awe about Vincent Madigan’s request, Jude’s grandson. How could he make such ridiculous demands in the first place? Stark knew for a fact that Jude wouldn’t be pleased to hear of the decision and the path Vincent was beginning to take. The young man was clueless about life and vain and entitled. Stark’s wife and sons were not back from their holiday so he drove to their favorite spot on the east side to have breakfast.

Mystic Dragons had an even stronger sense. I knew what was going on the moment that she called me. Our paths were converging in the most unexpected way. Maddox Stark, son of the illustrious Calvin Stark, was someone that I wanted to help but fate warned me against intervening. He would be freed when the time came all because of his mate.

I snatched it out of his hands and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Dad.” He shook his head at me with a smile. Leo was flying out the front door with his school bag and I hurried after him waving at Stark. “Bye Stark, tell everyone bye for me okay?” She waved. Stark doesn’t talk much. She’s quite odd. Shut up, I’m not odd I’m just a goth kid. But Stark is odd with her white hair and pale gray eyes. She rarely speaks but when she does she speaks like a wise old woman. And she has taken a liking to Lance. She called him dad first before the rest of us.

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

On the other hand, the mafia boss did not enter Mavis' room just yet and called Stark. "About that other woman we found in the same compound where Hestia was, where is she?" he asked. "She is just discharged from the hospital," Stark replied, wondering why his boss suddenly showed interest in her. "Is there any baby found?" Stark raised an eyebrow with that sudden question. Either way, he replied, "No. It was just that woman and Miss Yarrow. What's up with this baby you are talking about?" "Go to Joross and make him confess what he did to the baby. His name is Kyler. That Karylle... Interrogate her as well."

Tyler patted Derrick on his shoulder. "We made the paper this week," Tyler announced folding the pages down. Derrick leaned over to get a better look. "What is now the most exciting new company on the block, Mason & Stark Industries is making headlines across the nation. Tyler Mason and Derrick Stark are striking back against bankruptcy and saving many companies from dying out. At age 36, they are the youngest and the most eligible business men of the decade...' " Tyler looked back at Derrick with a sly smirk on his face. Derrick leaned back in his seat sharing the same look.

Arthur ordered, hanging up the cellphone. After Jared hung up the cellphone, an old man walked to him. The man looked like he was sixty years old, if not younger. After spotting the old man walking to him, Jared bowed respectively, "Master Stark, you're here?" "Yes, you told me my grandson is coming back today, I've decided to come and welcome him, even though he hates me!" The man said, sounding sad. "Well...the preparations for your grandson's arrival are going well." Jared said to the old man respectfully. The old man's name was Christian Stark, Arthur's grandfather.

She smiled, at least her father knew she was worthy of something. “He needed someone in his twenties too. You would be twenty soon. At least you’d be celebrating it in your husband’s house not mine.” Mr. Stark laughed. Arya secretly rolled her eyes. At least he knew her birthday dates, he didn’t know Anna’s. “Lastly, he needed someone who was religious. No religion specified. Maybe just someone to pray for him regularly.” Arya shrugged, she wasn’t very religious and maybe she should, so all these mishaps would stop happening to her.

“Good morning to you too.” I didn’t respond, I just grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, And shutting the door. “You won’t believe what happened yesterday,” Her amused expression faded the moment she saw my face. “Elina? What happened?” I handed her the photo, watching her eyes widen. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did you have siblings I didn't know of,” I shook my head. “A man named Ethan Stark came to my house. He called me Ava and said I abandoned these kids— my kids, rather, as he kept insisting. He gave me this and told me… told me I was their mother.”

I take a peek around the living room before sitting down alongside her. "Ivy, can you please get us a bottle of wine and two glass cups?" Ivy nodded before turning to go. I shuffled nervously in my seat. "You must be thinking why the hell I am acting this way toward you. I'm so glad you're here. You know, when I met my mate, Stark's father, I was just 17 and he was 19. We became inseparable and eventually married. We finally gave birth to two kids, Stark and Colton. By the age of 20, Colton had met his mate, and the two of them had gone away to start a life together, but my older son, Stark, remained single. I got very concerned late last month, when he turned 29. Everyone was nervous becaus